Reborn American Giants

A soft "Canon Variations" echoed in his ears. Victor closed his eyes, put his hand on the smooth glass tabletop, and tapped the tabletop gently with his index finger following the rhythm of the music.

Outside the smooth and huge glass door of this "rest" cafe, Ato was standing in front of the car door, took out something from his body, and then handed it to Farella, who was sitting in the driver's seat and was about to leave.

Ferlando could vaguely see that the two parties declined for a while, and then Farela put something like an envelope into his arms with a smile on his face, and then waved goodbye.

A'tu clasped his hands together and stood silently watching the other person leave. Then he turned back to the coffee shop and stood behind Victor. When the music stopped and Victor stopped clicking, he whispered: "Sir, something

I already gave it to the other party, and he seemed to accept it happily."

"Well," nodded, Victor seemed a little noncommittal. In this world, people who cannot be bribed are really "rare and rare". Most people are mediocre people, including Victor himself who admitted that he also belongs to

The type that can be bribed, as long as the other party can pay a price that makes him excited.

Therefore, noble people can often make people feel admired and yearned for, but after that, life will continue, and ordinary people like Victor will continue to intrigue and deceive each other.

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Bailon looked at the carefully prepared gift, a pair of Vacheron Constantin Cornesvache watches, which cost him nearly two hundred thousand dollars in total.

Although it made him feel a lot of pain, thinking about the host of tonight's banquet, the real supreme leader of the Gref family, Victor, Bailon was afraid that his gift would not be what he wanted.

Since Colonna's death, Victor has exchanged his two prosperous neighborhoods, Seventh and Eleventh, with Bailon's original barren 19th and 23rd neighborhoods, letting the old guy Bailon manage these two areas.

After acquiring three pieces of land from the Trout Gang, he also allocated the eighth block, which was originally the headquarters of the Trout Gang and adjacent to the Inter-American Highway, to him. This made other middle-level leaders

They secretly stared at him with envy and jealous eyes.

Relying on these "feng shui treasures", Bailon's life was enjoyable. With Victor's conscious or unconscious support, his strength among the many middle-level leaders of the family suddenly became the first.

Bailon is much older and has experienced countless ups and downs. He understands Victor's intention of supporting him very well. Therefore, in public, the relationship between him and Motta, the second leader of the family, is not said to be "incompatible".

At the very least, he doesn't have any intention of getting close to her, and from time to time he will object and delay on some trivial matters.

Bailon believed that Motta, a black man, also understood why this was the case, so the "little dirty" between the two parties kept the situation in the Gref family in a stable and quiet state.

As he lay there, a lot of money flowed into his pocket, and he watched the numbers in his bank account keep rising. Bailon was extremely satisfied with this kind of life. If anyone wants the situation to change the most, then

Bailon definitely counts as one.

Today's banquet was held by Victor, the top leader of the family, after the attack. Since Sorvino's death and Victor took over the power of the family, the Gref family rarely holds banquets. Victor always keeps middle-level leaders like them quiet. Staying on their respective turfs, even when several other major gangs fought over the remaining turf of the Trout Gang, Victor warned several "preparatory" middle-level leaders not to allow them to intervene with the power they had invested.

This caused several middle-level leaders to find him angrily and ask him to take the lead in opposing Victor's decision. However, the cunning Bailon certainly could not be the one to take the lead, and when he turned around, he named these leaders I reported it to Victor, and in exchange I received a gentle "I got it" from the other party.

This made Bailon feel confused and he could only wait quietly. However, soon came the news that several middle-level leaders announced their "retirement" and Motta promoted several new middle-level leaders. Bailon He understood that this was definitely Victor's action, so while he was secretly glad, he also felt that he should hug Victor's thigh tightly. Now for his future "retirement", as long as he could live safely There is nothing wrong with making money and being an obedient dog.

"Boss, the car is ready and ready to go," a confidant knocked on the door and said to Bailon respectfully.

"Let's go," Bailon picked up the beautifully wrapped gift box on the table and walked out of the door.

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Balcro had his hair disheveled and was wearing tattered clothes that exuded a strong smell. He had a dirty woven bag on his shoulder and used an iron rod in his hand to pull debris on the ground from time to time. He looked like a wandering scavenger. The killer's attire made it impossible for anyone to imagine that he was the target that the major gangs in San Salvador were desperately looking for.

He is now in the demolition area of ​​the Fandino slum, not far from the newly built "resettlement houses".

After the attack on Route 14, Barquero saw that he could not successfully assassinate Victor, so he decisively abandoned his men and evacuated the scene first.

But he didn't dare to return to Colombia just like this. He couldn't bear the consequences of not completing the task or failing. As an important killer of the Medellin Group, the organization had their families firmly in their hands. If he wanted to If he wants his family to survive, Balcro must find a way to complete the mission and get rid of Victor.

So he robbed a homeless man, then dressed as a scavenger, sneaked into the Fandino slums, looking for opportunities.

Soon, he heard the news about the banquet from the chats of some lower-level members of the Gref family.

He pretended to pull a Coke can under his feet and crush it, then put it into the woven bag on his shoulder. A group of half-year-old children who were barefoot and carrying a woven bag on their shoulders passed by him whistlingly. , while running, he shouted excitedly: "The church is open for dinner, the church is open for dinner..."

These children are all orphans. The demolition of the Fandino slum and the large amount of construction waste attracted the influx of street children and other scavengers from several surrounding blocks. Before Father Bruno had time to discuss with Victor, he wanted to collect these orphans. Fandino Asylum, so now he is in the church and prepares a lunch for these wandering scavengers every day. This is also the happiest time for these wandering children every day, because this is the rare time when they can fill their stomachs.

Balcro slowly put away the bag, and then carefully covered an iron pipe in it. If someone familiar with firearms saw it, they would be able to recognize it at a glance. This iron pipe is clearly a US military standard M21 sniper rifle. of gun barrel.

Slowly walking towards the chapel of Fandino, a long, ragged queue was in the church square, slowly heading towards the food distribution point placed under the steps.

The food was very simple, just a piece of bread and a bowl of steaming vegetable soup. The church's financial resources were limited, and the money raised from the surrounding people allowed Father Bruno to only provide these simple foods to these scavengers.

Balcro stood in the queue, looking around at the environment around the church. The small building where Victor lived was on the edge of the square. At the same time, because of the arrival of these scavengers, Mota arranged a large number of gunmen near the square. Guarding the situation around this small building,

After receiving a toasted soft bread and a bowl of vegetable soup from the church attendant, Balcro, like the others, sat on the steps of the church, tore the bread into pieces, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed, and Taking a sip of vegetable soup from time to time, Balcro tried his best to look the same as the people around him. Then he hid in the crowd and observed the terrain around the small building that was suitable for sniping.

Finally, he set his sights on the bell tower next to the church. It is the tallest building nearby. It is across the square from the small building where Victor lives. The straight-line distance is only about thirty meters. In the dark, it is the most ideal and deadly place. A sniper position.

Secretly marking the positions of the guards in his mind, Balcro stuffed the last piece of bread in his hand into his mouth and waited for the coming of night.